Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rattenkönig , by - Mütiilation. Song from the album Rattenkoning, in the genre Release date: 13.01.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Osmose
Song language: English
Rattenkönig |
| Plague times and wind of putrefaction |
| Gutter belching rats by millions |
| Brutal wave of squeaking vermin |
| Babies devoured in their cradle |
| Rats seemed to come all from the same place |
| A putrid forgotten gutter’s bowel |
| And in the middle of the nest |
| Something as a crown |
| A crown made of rats all linked by the tail |
| One day a stranger came with odd tongue and red eyes |
| His little rat’s eyes were shining with malicious intelligence |
| Strangely looking |
| Breeding distrust |
| Covered with rats' furs |
| Greasy whiskers like rat’s tails over his buck-like yellow teeth |
| Deeply cold and malevolent hawking the plague message |
| Stench of death and gutter smell follow his ugly path |
| He seemed to be the only one not affected by the rats |
| Some said they saw him speak with rats |
| He who came from nowhere |
| Soon people asked for help to him |
| Ready to give the few they had |
| The deal was clear he would get out the rats for free |
| The condition is that he takes one child with him |
| But none of the yokels wanted any child to sacrifice |
| They decided another way to break the deal and never pay |
| «Just let him kill the rats and we won’t give anyone…» |
| They said «agreed» and gave him their word |
| He looked at them and he promised at dawn rats would be gone… |
| At night the villager hardly slept bitten by remorse |
| Surrounded by the sound of his flute |
| Monotonous and sullen… |
| The stranger walked calmly |
| His music following him in the night |
| And the rats followed him near the lake |
| Gazing at his complaint… |
| Trustful they all understood and accepted what he silently said |
| The procession disappeared in the deep waters and none saw them again |
| And the morning after when he asked for the child |
| None wanted to give his son |
| Their plan was running on |
| The rats were gone but the villagers expelled him with no child |
| With the acid smile of betrayal on their hypocrite faces |
| At night a feeble melody of sick complaint pierced the silence |
| The stranger walked calmly surrounded by the sound of his flute |
| And all the children followed him near the lake |
| Gazing at his eyes |
| Trustful they all understood and accepted what he silently said |
| And the children broke the circle to walk to the silver lake |
| The procession disappeared in the deep waters and none saw them again |